Article by: Kimon de Greef – First published on groundup.org.za
I wanted to ask the teenager how he’d crossed the Hout Bay valley from Imizamo Yethu and wound up on the front line of a fishing rights demonstration near Hangberg
But the 14-year-old had gauze stuffed in his mouth after being shot at close range by rubber bullets, and couldn’t speak.
I found him in the trauma ward of Groote Schuur hospital with his mother, Pinkie Dubula, after searching for several hours.
Hangberg erupted into violence after SAPS Public Order Police cleared an earlier protest, with people claiming that the boy who’d been shot – nobody knew his name – had died, GroundUp reported.
Officials at the Hout Bay Fire Station, where the teen had eventually been taken in the back of a police vehicle after collapsing on the curb and being ignored by the police for several minutes, told me that he’d been transferred to Wynberg’s Victoria Hospital.
But he wasn’t in the emergency ward when I arrived.
“Maybe they took him to Retreat. Or Red Cross. Maybe he’s still in the ambulance,” a doctor on duty said.
I had met one of the other victims in Hangberg a few hours earlier.
Sophia Moseadie was tending to an injured man while residents crouched in a narrow alley, waiting for the police with rocks and bottles.
The protest, mostly peaceful until then, but for an attack on tourists in the harbour, had developed into a running battle that would continue late into the night.
Moseadie had been crouching behind a table with the boy when he was shot.
“There was another woman under the table with us. She was shot in the back. I took her to the clinic. I didn’t recognise the boy,” she said.
When I spoke to her she was helping bandage Wayne Adams, 29. Adams had just been shot with a rubber bullet behind his right ear.
“We watched him fall. His head was spinning, so we brought him here,” she said.
Rubber bullet injuries
Further up the slopes, enraged crowds were raining rocks down on the police, who retaliated with tear gas and stun grenades. A petrol bomb landed on top of a Nyala and caught alight. Several fishermen fired flares.
“We were peaceful and then they shot at us!” screamed a resident leading the battle. “They f**king shot that boy!”
I went to Victoria Hospital. An ambulance drew up but the disorientated boy I’d seen spitting blood earlier wasn’t inside. The driver was able to contact the Metro Emergency Medical Services (EMS) control room and locate him at Groote Schuur.
I drove there against traffic, still not knowing his name. A nurse who could have turned me away helped me find the correct room. He was lying on his right side with blood on his mattress.
Rubber bullets had broken his ribs and smashed his tongue.
Pinkie, his mother, stood next to him, dabbing his swollen cheeks with paper towel. She’d ridden in the ambulance with him after receiving the kind of phone call – a paramedic, clipped and to the point – that parents dread.
“I’d last seen him in the morning. You know how boys get. I think they heard something was happening at the harbour and went to look,” she said.
She is unemployed, a single mother of five children. She moved to Imizamo Yethu from the Eastern Cape in 2013, with her son joining her in 2015.
While we spoke, her oldest son, aged 18, came into the ward for a moment and held his brother’s hand.
She had dressed her son in his hospital gown after they arrived at Groote Schuur, changing the dressing in his mouth whenever it became saturated.
“I don’t think he will be able to talk. His tongue is cut so bad. Will he?”
I didn’t know the answer but a doctor, overworked and harried, swept through the room a few minutes later.
“He’ll be fine,” he said. “He was very lucky.”
Looking at the small boy with blood and saliva on his chin, caught up in a dispute he had no role in, it felt difficult, right then, to agree.